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Wordsworth
I watch,and long have watched,with calm regret
Yon slowly-sinking star—immortal Sire
(So might he seem)of all the glittering quire!
Blue ether still surrounds him—yet—and yet;
But now the horizon’s rocky parapet
Is reached,where,forfeiting his bright attire,
He burns—transmuted to a dusky fire—
Then pays submissively the appointed debt
To the flying moments,and is seen no more.
Angels and gods! We struggle with our fate,
While health,power,glory,from their height decline,
Depressed;and then extinguished:and our state,
In this,how different,lost Star,from thine,
That no to-morrow shall our beams restore!
1819.
红日
华兹华斯 林水云风译
我默默地感叹,久久地伫望,
那一轮缓缓西沉的红日——他俨然
就是那万世闪烁的群星的圣主!
蓝天依旧,依旧静静簇拥在他身边,
但是此刻,他就要脱下亮装,
落入地平线上宛如城垣的群山的后面,
他在燃烧,若就要燃尽的一堆火,
他终于顺从如命,向飞逝的时间
禅让退位,随后便黯然消失。
天使,天神!我们同命运相争相伴,
我们的强壮,力量,荣光,从顶峰衰落,
消沉,最后熄灭;可我们这个景观
与你,西沉的红日,是多么不同,
因我们永无明朝复升的灿烂!
1819
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